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I climbed into the driver's seat. "Do you know where the hospital is?"
Jasmine stared at me, stunned. "Um, Aiisha, are you sure?"
I gave her a look. "Don't ask. I might come to my senses. Can you call 911?"
Jasmine frowned and pulled out her phone. "Uh, ok."
My plan was simple, idiotic, life-threatening, and brilliant. Or at least I thought so. I was going to drive the school bus to the hospital. A stupid plan? Yes. Was I sure it was going to work? Yes. Was I sure my legs would reach the pedals? Nope. Oh well.
I stomped the gas pedal. If I could drive my grandpa's tractor, I could drive a school bus! She pointed with her fingers to show me the way while she dialed 911. All the while I could hear her voice in the background.
"Hello? This is Jasmine Reyger. I need the ambulance and the police department, please. My school bus has been hijacked and the driver is severely injured. We are currently on the way to the hospital..."
Blah, blah, blah. Concentrate.
After what seemed like forever, I saw a familiar-looking white and red building and halted the bus.
Jasmine glanced back and laughed. I risked a look at the interior of the bus.
Three of the weird people were being sat on in the middle of the aisle. Two more were shoved against the windows. Two of them were missing.
I glimpsed a pair of boots disappearing through the exit on the roof of the bus. I blinked. Ok, that was certifiably insane. Even I wouldn't do that. After a few minutes of guessing, I found out how to open the bus door. Jasmine herded the kids out the door, assuring them that everything was going to be ok.
Only after policemen had boarded the bus and taken away the dudes in black did I relax. The bus driver was carried into the hospital on a stretcher. And, from what I could see, there was no sign of the roadkill that should have been the two guys who escaped.
To my surprise, I caught sight of a news van. Huh. Maybe this wasn't Nowhere, Connecticut as I thought. Maybe this place actually had connection with the outside world!
Jasmine and I stuck together for the next few minutes. After an awkward silence, Jasmine turned to me. "We... We need to talk. About... You know, that."
"You know what I mean." Her eyes were hard to read, and I thought, Great. Now I'm another freak.
A tall, bald man with a pencil thin mustache approached me after a while. "You're Jasmine Reyger?"
I shook my head. "Nope." My voice sounded hollow, even to me. I pointed to Jasmine. "That's her."
The reporter marched up to her. "Jasmine Reyger?"
She backed away. "That's me. Who the heck are you?"
He frowned, like he wasn't used to not being recognized."Jasmine, you are a hero!" He faced the camera. "This remarkable young lady formulated a plan in the midst of a robbery, driving a school bus to the hospital just in time to save Aiden Smith's life and capturing fiv-'
"Hold on one second," Jasmine interupted. "It wasn't just me. It was Aiisha's plan." She pointed to me, and the camera followed her finger to my face.
I shied away as a microphone was shoved in my face. "Tell me, Aiisha, how does it feel to be the downfall of five criminals?"
"But there weren't five. There were seven." Again, my voice didn't sound like my own, having an odd echo to it.
Turning myself and another person invisible.
Moving across the country.
Getting hijacked on the school bus.
What was happening to me?
Posted December 25, 2012
Although Brown was one of the best Catholic theologians, his writing is not narrow but accessable for all. He walks through the liturgical year with confidence and calls the reader into the faith process. Any reader will find reasons to be challenged to grow in his or her faith.Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.